Little white wolf
The Snow Pearl Fruit got wet and were left to dry outside for a while, and now there are some signs of frost damage on their surface.
The two retrieved the Snow Pearl Fruit and placed it in a clean earthenware jar.
Jian Mo took out a clean, peeled wooden stick and inserted it into the earthenware jar to crush the Snow Pearl Fruit little by little.
Generally speaking, the more finely the fruit is crushed when making fruit wine, the better the fermentation effect.
When crushed, the sweet aroma of the Snow Pearl Fruit wafts out.
Jian Mo muttered, "It smells so good! This smells so sweet."
Wu Jiong heard him muttering to himself, so he went and poured him a cup of honey water.
The honey water was also very sweet, Jian Mo finally felt a little satisfied after drinking it.
The Snow Pearl Fruit in the jar was quickly mashed, filling the jar to the brim. Not a single drop of water was added; it was all juice.
Jian Mo picked up the dry leaves beside her, and just as she was about to seal the jar, she suddenly had a bright idea and grabbed a handful of honey.
With a thud, he put the honey into the jar, then sealed it with dry leaves, covered it with a piece of animal hide, and placed the jar near the hearth so that it could ferment in a warm place.
Fruit wine needs to be stirred.
Jian Mo would open the jar and stir it every afternoon.
The juice in the jar slowly began to smell of alcohol.
Jian Mo observed this every day.
Perhaps the juice in the jar was sweet enough, because the fermentation went very smoothly this time.
Over time, this juice slowly transforms, its aroma gradually shifting from purely sweet to a wine-like sweetness, while the liquid changes from a pale white to a clear amber color, resembling a pool of dissolved honey water or the glow of the sunset.
Even after fermenting for so long, the Flour Fruit only developed a slight alcoholic flavor.
The Snow Pearl Fruit had only been fermenting for a few days when it already had a wonderfully fragrant aroma of alcohol.
A few days later, when the fruit pulp of the Snow Pearl Fruit had all floated to the surface, Jian Mo couldn't resist scooping out two small bowls of fruit wine with a wooden spoon and calling to Wu Jiong, "Come and have a taste!"
Wu Jiong walked over. "Can I drink it now?"
Jian Mo: "I just tried it, and it seems fine; the taste is actually quite good."
Jian Mo picked up her wine bowl, gave one to Wu Jiong, and then gently tapped it against the rim of his bowl. "Cheers."
Before Wu Jiong could react, Jian Mo eagerly took a small sip. As soon as the wine entered his mouth, a sweet taste spread, and a light wine flavor, along with the aroma of wine and fruit, rushed straight to his brain.
Jian Mo couldn't help but squint her eyes and savor the taste.
This wine was more fragrant than any fruit wine he had ever tasted on Earth; the sweetness and alcohol content were perfect, and it had an intoxicating fruity aroma.
He sipped it slowly, and soon finished the small bowl of fruit wine. Even when he tilted his head back and tried to pour it into his mouth, not a single drop came out.
Jian Mo put down her bowl, still wanting more, and licked her fingers.
When he was scooping the wine, a drop splashed onto the back of his thumb, and there's still a slight smell of wine left.
Wu Jiong was drinking across from him, watching him lick his fingers with his pink tongue, and his eyes flashed.
Jian Mo belatedly realized that Wu Jiong was looking at her, and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
Wu Jiong didn't say anything, but seemed to suddenly feel thirsty and swallowed the wine in the bowl in large gulps.
Winter doesn't always bring snowfall, and temperatures can occasionally rise slightly.
The temperature has been a bit higher these past few days, so going outside isn't as unbearable.
Taking advantage of the good weather, the tribe once again organized people to go hunting and gathering, seizing the opportunity to replenish their food supplies.
Although the winter harvest is much less than in other seasons, it's still better than staying in the tribe and living off the savings.
When she gets busy, Jian Mo doesn't pay much attention to her family.
When the next cold wave arrived and they stayed home to hibernate, Jian Mo, having nothing better to do, cleaned the house inside and out.
When Jian Mo swept the backyard, he noticed that there were several clumps of Flying-Winged Beast droppings on the soil he had collected from the place where the Snow Pearl Fruit grew.
Although the Flying-Winged Beast dragged itself onto the withered grass and didn't directly touch the soil, it was still quite an eyesore.
There are Snow Pearl Fruit underneath, how could poop in here?!
Even if it doesn't come into contact with the soil underground, it won't work!
Jian Mo's vision went black, and she looked at the Flying-Winged Beast with murderous intent.
The Flying-Winged Beast shrank back, avoiding his eyes. "Eek."
Jian Mo went over and grabbed the Flying-Winged Beast's wing. "When did you do that bad thing?"
The Flying-Winged Beast looked down at its claws and remained silent.
Jian Mo: "You've really made something of yourself. Didn't I put down some ash to use as a toilet? You insist on using dry grass. What's wrong? Is dry grass cleaner and more comfortable to use?"
The Flying-Winged Beast's ears were pressed back, forming a timid airplane-like shape. When it secretly glanced at Jian Mo, it only showed half of the whites of its eyes and squatted in place, not daring to move.
Jian Mo was also convinced. She scolded it, took away its meat for dinner, and made it reflect on its actions before she went to clean up the withered grass.
The withered grass has Flying-Winged Beast droppings on it, so it's no longer usable and needs to be replaced with new withered grass.
Jian Mo used a rake to gather up the withered grass, and just as she was about to replace it, the soil underneath was exposed.
What's exposed isn't just the soil, but also the frost-covered fruit.
Jian Mo stared at the Snow Pearl Fruit that had somehow sprouted from the soil and fell silent.
Jiujiu had just pooped on the dry grass.
To eat the Snow Pearl Fruit under the withered grass, or not to eat them, that is the question.
Chapter 38 Little White Wolf
Hearing the commotion, Wu Jiong came out of the house and saw the Flying-Winged Beast lying on the ground with its ears pressed back and a guilty look on its face. He immediately realized that it had done something bad.
"What's wrong?" Wu Jiong walked over to Jian Mo.
Jian Mo pointed to the Snow Pearl Fruit growing in the soil and said, "The Snow Pearl Fruit have finally sprouted, but Jiujiu pooped on the grass and it just covered the Snow Pearl Fruit. I'm wondering if the Snow Pearl Fruit are still edible?"
After Wu Jiong understood, he said, "Jiujiu especially dislike anything invading its territory, and it probably doesn't like us spreading the newly brought-back soil next to it either."